Novel Urdu Romantic Novels & Stories

The Bonding Love (Ver. English) Writer by Mamaya Writer This novel is written solely from the imagination of the writer. The plot, location, culture, beliefs, religion, and characters do not exist. Dear readers, please use discretion when reading. It's all just a hypothesis to write it all over again. Prologue In the year 199X,

I'll feel you , burn you in every Ounces of my OBSESSION and lastly drown us together in crimson which is as strong as Our WEDDING" ABHIMANYU . . At RATHOREs PALACE, Gadh, Rajasthan- India. . Taapur was still groggy and sleepy when she awoke the next morning after coming back to GADH . She hissed in pain due the wild night she had with Her husband . Whole night was passionately spend by them

( Hazel Solace , Damian Knight, Atlas Aiden. Whisper to me: Basically a desi book specially for Bangladeshi, Indian, and Pakistani readers. It's a deep love affectionate book along with desi twist can't wait to share it. A Bengali lady and two Pakistani men. It's a mix! ( Mehnoor khan, Hamza Osmani, Ayaan Ahmed ) Don't forget to give feedback . I hope you all loved the ending of sinful obsession. Have a great day pookies. 🎀💗

She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, but they wouldn’t stop. Let’s face it, it’s got all the classic ingredients of a holiday fling. Exotic setting, two adults who fancy each other, and opportunity. And what happens to holiday romances once you get on the plane ? The knock at the door sounded like bombs dropping. ‘Who is it?’ ‘Guy.’ She walked on eggshells to the door. He was all fresh, showered and smelling of shaving things. He wore a white polo shirt that made him look like an advertisement for suntan lotion.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

That melts her so much and feel more tinier standing near this guy that always wear a bit smile on his face and the rest are wondering-thoughts expressions. It might be a naïve part for Argen that time. Since she was influenced with the novel story that she had read months ago. Containing the relationship between the two person who accidentally meet with each other in a hallway and unexpectedly having same interest with each other. It was set in a province like, a lot of hills and animals on the spacious area.

Aurora said as she kept massaging, “you could become a pain relief balm model. Handsome CEO, falls in love, and heals because of his true love.” Rafael chuckled. “And you could become a romance novelist, using your own love story as inspiration.” Aurora laughed too and bit her lip gently. “Don’t tempt me, or I really will write about us.” “Go ahead. But give it a cool title,” Rafael replied, grinning. “Something like… Love at the Foot of Mount Fuji.” Aurora wrinkled her nose. “Too cheesy.” “But full of memories,” Rafael said with a wink. They laughed together again. When Aurora finished re-wrapping Rafael’s leg with a clean bandage, she stood and kissed his forehead gently.

She was wowed by the interior decor, the people I hired really did an amazing job here, it's so unique. “I deserve a reward for this, don't I?”. “Of course, you deserve a reward for it. I will bathe you and feed you tonight with my own hands, in fact I will treat you like my baby”. “No…no…no, I don't want you to stress yourself, I will treat you like a princess tonight, come, let me show you the room”. “The room is so romantically beautiful”. The bed was decorated with a heart-shaped red flower. The people did a great job here.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.